that parks and rec/doctor who thing revolve456 wanted B)))
âLeslie, some freak with a bow tie wants to see you,â a cold sullen face appeared in the doorway of the office. Leslie looked up from her paperwork.
âHuh?â she flipped through the papers on her desk momentarily, searching for a clue to the identity of this mysterious visitor. âIs he here about the rabid mole infestation in the male toilets of the park on Caraway  Street because I promise you no-one has been bitten in at least two days-â
âUgh, I donât know, you donât pay me to ask questions, God.â April sighed dramatically and flounced away. Leslie followed after her and into the main office area where a lanky, brown haired main in a tweed jacket and hideous bowtie was gesticulating excitedly to a group of her co-workers.
âAnd that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I inspired the invention of the Mercedes Benz!â he finished with a grin. Donna placed a hand on her chest and inhaled deeply.
âMy God, my precious ass wouldnât have remained so amazing through these years without your idea of such plush seats,â she breathed. The brunet placed a friendly hand on her shoulder.
âI shall tell Mr Benz, good old Karl, that when I see him next,â he said in a voice of solemn solidarity. Leslie coughed pointedly and waited for the excitable man to turn around. He reminded her of Chris, yet dare she say, even more bright eyed and busy tailed.
âAh!â he spun around on his heel and bounded over to her, grabbing her by both shoulders. âLeslie Knope!â he exclaimed kissed her on both cheeks, shook her hand excitedly and then pulled her into a hug.
âOh aha,â Leslie laughed and blushed in spite of herself. He was clearly someone who understood the importance of her presence, and she tossed her hair slightly. âA-and you are?â
âThe Doctor.â He said with a shrug. âAnyway, just had to drop in and tell you Iâm such a fan. Youâre a wonderful woman!â
âOh, well, I do try,â she said proudly and smoothed out the wrinkle from her suit jacket. âYou donât sound like youâre from Pawnee, you sound kinda English- Oh my god! Am I famous overseas?â she interrupted herself to shriek.
âIâm Gallifreyan actually but whatever,â The Doctor flapped his hands uninterestedly. âMs. Knope, Iâve been to the future and there are some great things in store for the good olâ U S of A,â he paused to open his hands in a jazz handed gesture around her face. âThatâs why I had to come here! To see the early days of a legend!â
âWait- time travel?â Leslie frowned. âThatâs not possible-â
âHe claims he helped invent my Mercedes, and with seats like that, Iâm prepared to believe anything,â Donna piped up from her desk. Leslie frowned at him again in confusion.
âLook, Iâm a very opened minded person, uhâŠDoctor, but I donât think I can believe that at all.â She said. Leslie felt a little dejected now, he appeared to just be a mad man raving at her. Someone had probably sent him in as a joke. She should probably get in touch with the care home down town.
âThey didnât believe there could be a female president either,â he said softly, noticing the decline in her tone. âAnd Iâm looking at her right now.â
âAre you serious?â she asked, her excitement picking up again. She started to bounce. âThatâs my dream-â
âShould we really be going off the word of a crazy man in a bowtie?â called Jerry. The eyes of the room swivelled towards him in pure judgement and Tom pointed to the door silently. Jerry complied.
The Doctor smiled wryly and winked again at Leslie. âYeah I think you should.â He answered quietly before taking a step back and spread out his arms, turning to face the rest of the office, minus Jerry who was sulking outside in the corridor.
âWell it was lovely meeting you all! Bye bye now!â he waltzed out of the office and left as abruptly as he had come. Everyone was silent. Ron appeared with an expression of mild disturbance and a disgruntled moustache.
âWhat happened in here?â he asked gruffly. He didnât stay to hear the answer and simply pottered off to his own sub office.
âHistory.â muttered Leslie with a dreamy smirk.
Sheâd just finished her election speech on live TV and was now heading down to her dressing room. People kept pulling her aside, telling her how marvelous she was, how historic this moment was. Sheâd go down in the history books and leave a footprint rival to that of Armstrongâs on the moon. After what felt like a million âthank-yousâ she could finally get to the room in question.
She closed the door behind her and silence flooded around her. Looking over to the mirror, Leslie noticed there was a small red object and a card. The President came closer to the area of question.
It was a tatty red bowtie and it felt velvet soft in her fingers. She picked up the card and read it. The handwriting was hasty and childish, with a signature she couldnât read but she could still guess whoâs it was.